An androids heart, which can change a man.
Authors notes: Hello everyone :D well I am actually writing a fanfic, eh.. Go figure, but yes I am writing one no less. I am not to good at writing, but I'll give anything a shot once. I am not going to give the story away too much, but basically is set in the future, like the year.. 2080 or something like that. Also your going to read about old like buildings too and don't worry, its suppose to be like that. You see there is one building in the city that is at least 100 years old or so and it was kinda redone so it would look nice in the center of the city. The people didn't want to tear it down because of how ancient it was, but the government actually knew why they didn't want to tear it down.. Lets just say there's something very important in there that they don't want to awaken. Hehehe I am so evil *devious smile* XD Disclaimer: I am going to say it once! And only once! *Clears throat* I DO NOT OWN CCS!!! Nor will I ever.. * Sigh * damn things. Growl. Ok on with the fic!!!!!
CHAPTER 1: The Encounter with Thieves
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A small voice echoed through the cold darkness.
"Please."
" Please. Hurry."
There was silence again.
"Please. Find me. I am scared."
Finally the darkness smothered the voice and the deafening silence took over.
A cold breeze swept through a serene town at the edge of Japan called Kaugito and a gray haze hung over the streets like the clouds in the sky. It was a cool night in the middle of summer and people could rest from the blazing heat of the day. Life here was as simple as it could get, not many troubles and no doubts, or that's what the narrow-minded people thought. But to there true misfortune, all was not well in the hours of darkness.
The wind howled and whistled through the darkness. Nobody in their right mind would be outside at this time at night, except.. a few black shadows that swept silently through the streets of the quiet town where the people rested. They flitted up and down lanes and allies making sure no one knew of their presence. There black cloaks covering their bodies and faces from the streetlights that hung overhead. Trailing to the center of the city stood a large building with palace like qualities stood proud and tall with confidence of its security and yet this building had shown signs of wear and tear, obviously this building was very old. These figures finally stopped behind the wall of a house near by, cautiously, so as not to be noticed. A cold gust of wind blew and their black cloaks flowed slowly over their bodies, making them look like moving liquid figures. With a silent nod the figures were off again, headed for the building with high stature and rich looking surroundings. Running swiftly into the night you could only hear the light taps of their boots, which barely touched the ground when they ran. Getting ever so closer they halted and looked up at a large open window that was at the side of the building. A large open window that was two stories up. They looked up with angry expressions on their faces and several of them sighed quietly to themselves. Most of the figures, from what you could see, looked discouraged and hopeless, except for one man. He was of a medium height and his cinnamon brow locks hung over his eyes and whipped at his face in the cool summer night's wind. He smirked under his hood and crouched down low so his hands were placed on the soft grass, his fingers playing with the soft ground covering. He crouched even lower, as if he were a spring, breathing in and out quietly. The other figures surrounding him stared at him with obvious shock in their eyes, but they quickly covered their emotions and returned to looking suspicious and cruel. The cinnamon haired man jumped off the ground with incredible force, making the blades of grass quiver violently beneath him as he landed smoothly on the window's ledge, with his cloak falling to his side and surrounding him with shadows again. For a moment, he was completely visible to the world, with his cloak flying behind him, and his features were recognizable. He had dark eyes. They were so unbelievably dark, that if someone were to say they were black, they would be right. He was of a strong build, with his muscles rippling beneath his clothes, and there was a cruel smile dancing on his lips. Jumping off the ledge and into the room he peered out and signaled to the men that he was going to get a rope to pull them upwards. The figures at the bottom gave him an "ok" signal and with that he walked further into the room. The room was medium size, with paintings of the ocean hanging all over the walls. He looked to his left to find a bed of a large size, with a red and black silk comforter hemmed with gold. Hanging off the gold were black pearls dangling off the hem. There were about 4 or 5 pillows on the bed, from which he could see. He looked to his right to see a fireplace with the last of embers dying down in it. They tossed a glowing red light over the man and made him look even more unreal and evil. Thankfully there was no one in the bed for him to wake up. He smirked to him self and then sighed 'Well, it's lucky for the people who live here that they aren't sleeping here, because if they were.I'd have to slit their throats.'
He chuckled at the thought, even though that's what he did most of the time. Over the course of the years of being in that little gang, he had killed many more people than he had ever intended too. He didn't seem to care anymore. He had grown cold and emotionless, unable to feel love for anyone. As long as he had his sword by his side and was surrounded by his faithful gang, he didn't care what happened to the innocent people they ran into. After all, they were just civilians that got in his way, But before he had become part of this gang, he did have a softer side, though you wouldn't believe it if you saw him. He had friends and a family that cared. Oh sure, maybe they had trained him a little too hard, but he got over it. But one day..
A young boy of the age of 8 was on his way to see the shrine of his ancestors. On his way he took the path of the cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms were very rare in Hong Kong, but being in the rich family that he was, he could ask for any exotic plant or thing that he liked, so he had picked the beautiful pink flowers. They had always seemed to have a certain effect on him that made him feel warm and safe inside. He felt as though no one could harm him, just as long as he was around the cherry blossoms; or Sakura trees as he liked to call them. Inhaling the cherry scent of the trees he continued his well-know path to his destination. Finally after a long, relaxing walk he came out of the woods, and into the wide-open space of the shrine. He saw his family gathered round at a large stone table, with a shining piece of hunter green silk that sparkled in the light. Wondering what was going on he pushed his way to the table and the cloth. His intense amber eyes shifted over all of the familiar figures of his family and then landed on the silk. Nearly all of the people standing around him were crying and sniffling. Some of the elders were even there, though there were no tears in their eyes, only looks of misery and grief. The little boy looked around the table. He saw his mother, Yelen Li, proud and beautiful, Her face still set and strong, but with a single tear trickling down her cheek. Next he saw his many older sisters, Feime, Shehua, Huanlen, and the oldest, Hudie. They were all hugging each with tears running down their young, beautiful faces. 'Obviously someone had died,' he thought, 'but whom?' He couldn't tell. He knew it was very disrespectful to lift the cover from a dead person, so he contained his urge to take a peek at the corpse. He continued searching through the faces of his family, looking for that one missing person. To his right stood his cousin Meiling and her mother, they both had tears in their eyes, though he could tell Meiling was trying to stay strong and keep a brave face. She had always been like that since the day she was born. He looked about and found that he knew everyone, but it seemed one person was missing, but he could place who it was. Then it hit him. ' Oh no. I-it can't be!' the little boy thought covering his mouth in horror. He ran to the green silk and grabbed it, not caring how disrespectful it was, and forgetting not to let any of his emotions show. Noticing what was going on, Yelen stopped crying in shock and put on a strong, hard face. She ran to her son to try and stop him, but she was too late. The young boy pulled it off and stood back in shock. There lay his close friend and beloved father, dead. 'Wha-what?!' he cried. 'No! He's not dead!' He sobbed, with tears streaming down his face. 'NO!' He screamed, feeling his mothers pale hand on his quivering shoulder. 'NO!' He screamed even louder, tearing away from her and starting to run. She quickly caught him and brought him back up to her. "Yes, he's gone. You can't do anything about it. Get yourself under control.' His mother said in a soft harsh voice, obviously embarrassed that even after all of his years of training he could not handle a death with dignity, even though that's what his father would have wanted. She held onto his shoulders tightly and pulled him into a hug. He cried like he had never cried before in her embrace. 'Sweetie, he's gone. Let it go. Forget.' She said to him. 'NO! I'LL NEVER FORGET IT!' He screamed at her, outraged. He tore himself from her grasp and ran. He ran away from the people crying and staring. Away from his sisters, who were stronger than him, away from his mother's cold words, and away, far away from his father's soulless body. He was running faster. faster until his legs hurt. 'Why don't they understand! I can never forget this! He was my best friend! And so caring to me!' he had always been so close with his dad, more than anyone else in the world. He only had trusted his father with everything, with friends, family, and other things he couldn't comply with anyone else. He only trusted his father and could only talk to his father, but now. it's all gone, it's all gone! The one person in his life who could ever lift any kind of unhappy feelings off of him, was dead and gone. Still running into the forest he tripped over a root of a tree and came tumbling to a stop under a beautiful cherry tree. He lay there for several minutes, not wanting to remember and yet, not wanting to forget. All he could do was cry. He couldn't stand the pain. He wanted to get away from it all. ' No dad. why? WHY??? Why did you have to leave me.' He lay there for countless hours, sobbing and remembering all of the happy times with his father. When he finally sat up, it was dark out and he felt that he could cry no longer. His head was dizzy and he felt light headed for getting out so many emotions at once. He began sit up and slowly wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged them tightly. The shadows of the trees covered him so he was nothing more than a shadow, fading from different shades of grays, into black. Late into the night he fell into a deep dreamless sleep underneath that beautiful Sakura tree. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he heard a voice whisper to him 'so, life is not well? Sometimes, your rage takes over, doesn't it? Sometimes, your hate consumes you, doesn't it? And sometimes you fell the need to kill.. don't you Li -Shaoran?' His heart began to beat faster and faster as the harsh, rough voice continued whisper in his head. His eyes snapped open and startled, he sat up quickly. Looking around him, he saw no one. No sigh of any kind of life or movement. He looked in disbelief 'who.who are you?' he said a little shaky. He couldn't hear the voice anymore. 'was. I dreaming?' he began to think 'am I turning into a schizo?' There was no one talking to him from inside of his head. He was imagining things, right? He heard a cold harsh laugh, which faded into a soft cruel chuckle. 'I am merely your conscience.' It chuckled again, a little less cruelly this time. ' I want to help you.' It said softly. Shaoran's eyes lifted and his body relaxed a little. 'R-really? You'd do that for me?' he asked anxiously 'Of course I would!' The voice laughed in a soft, almost kind voice. Then Shaoran's doubt returned. 'But. how could you help me?' He asked. The voice paused for a moment, but then came back with a smooth, convincing tone to it. 'Don't worry, just leave that up to me.' It said, and then the voice was gone. The little boy sat there, wondering what had just happened and where the helpful voice had gone to for a while. Then, all of a sudden, he felt as if he were being smothered by his anger, his sadness, his hate, his rage, and he felt the darkness closing around him. His heart beat so fast it felt like he would explode with emotion. He cryed out in pain as these new feeling pulsated through him. It felt like adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he could feel it circulating all through him. He sat there with his eyes closed and the darkness flowing through his mind and tainting his soul for countless hours. He didn't know how long he had been there, but when he opened his eyes, they were not the same. They had changed and darkened from the beautiful amber color they once were, to never ending pools of blackness. His tears were completely gone and now all he could feel was anger and misery, but most of all the need to kill. He pushed himself from the floor, noticing that he hardly had to flex a muscle. He grabbed a small twig off of the cherry tree, one, with a tiny blossom on the end and crushed it effortlessly between his fingers. He smiled a cruel smile to himself and looked up at the sky. Then, he heard his conscience again, but this time he was not afraid and he listened eagerly. 'Go, go my child and kill. Kill what you have to, to satisfy your rage.' He nodded silently and started back towards his house with the voice urging him on. Telling him to kill. He finally reached the huge mansion he had lived in for all of his childhood. A large building with Chinese style surrounding and beautiful scenery decorated the perimeter of the house. Standing outside, he slowly looked up into the window and stared at the glassy texture. He smiled ever so evilly and went inside. Everyone was asleep, he could tell by the silence. He walked up the long staircase in small undetectable steps. Finally reaching the top, he walked silently down the long hallway, searching for his mother's room while looking at all the pictures hung on the wall. Most of them were from celebrations or accomplishments, but one caught his eye. A picture of him and his beloved, dead father. His eyes narrowed and glared at the picture. 'No more of this.' He said and tore it off the wall. The glass shattered into millions of pieces and the frame bounced off to the side. Unaware of the loud noise that he had created he resumed his search. Finally, at the end of the hallway he found the room and went in. Slowly peeking in, he carefully opened to door fully. His cold eyes locked onto her sleeping body across the room. He walked closer and closer to her, his eyes staying on her the whole time. Even in her sleep she was beautiful. He could see her long brown hair, her smooth pale skin, and her solemn face. He looked at her silent body for several minutes, watching her quite ritualistic breathing. Finally, he teared his eyes away from her to search the room. He looked over the floor and up the walls. He saw something flash out of the corner of his eye. He turned. There, on the wall, was the sword of the Li-clan. 'It's beautiful, dear. It would, suit your purpose.' A cold voice hissed in his mind. He smirked and quickly snatched it off of the wall. He unsheathed it, admiring its beauty and holding it close to his body while walking back over to his mother's unmoving figure. Slowly, with a cruel smile he raised it over his head. 'Good bye mother.' he whispered, and plunged the sword deep into her heart. Blood splattered everywhere, leaving one drop just below his eye, making it look as though he was crying blood. And in fact, a real tear did drip down his face slowly. 'I loved you, mother.' He said, and with that he leaned over and kissed her cheek slowly, tasting blood on his lips. He licked it away and smiled to himself. Her blood was flowing everywhere. It was all over his clothes, the floor, the bed, and his hands. 'Look mother, you've made a mess...' He said cruelly. He put the sword back into the case, set it next to his mother where it was immediately covered with blood, and walked out of the room. As he walked down the hallway, a sick thought floated into his mind. ' Heh. might as well.' he chuckled. He walked a few steps down the hall to where there was a dagger hanging on the wall. Then, he went to the rest of his relatives. He walked slowly and quietly, doing his job quickly, so as not to wake anyone else with screams, though it may have been more exciting and fulfilling if they had screamed, but deciding it'd be best not to get caught now. The silence in the street was deafening. The young boy came out of the house and walked down his driveway smirking to himself. 'Good, they're gone.now its time to leave.' He chuckled and started to run for the woods. 'What a surprise the town shall have tomorrow, when someone comes to call on my family and finds them all dead, drowned in pools of their own blood.' Looking back, he had no regrets, no sorrows, and no feelings, except the desire to destroy, to murder. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~~*~*~*~*~
Coming back to reality, he scanned the room with his eyes for a rope of some sort but found none. He decided that he would have to use the bed sheets. He grabbed the end of a red sheet and pulled it off with ease and began to tie it to the rest of them. Carefully, he slipped it out the window to pull the men up. At the bottom one man grabbled the sheets and tugged, asking to be pulled up. Slowly, but with great strength he carried the figure up to the window's ledge. The man held onto the ledge and hoisted himself up. Smiling under his hood, he patted the brown-haired man on the back. 'Nice job' He whispered, 'You never seem to fail us ne Li- San?' He asked with a small laugh. Shaoran just smiled back, and resumed lifting the men up. After a couple of minutes, all the men were safely up and ready carry out their plan. 'Listen up.' Shaoran whispered, trying to get their attention. 'I want you two to search the west corridor.' He said, pointing to two people on his left. Then looking to his right, he spoke again 'You two, search the east corridor.' Pointing to the two shadowy figures next to him 'You guys to the north, and me and Hiko will take the south got that??' He asked in a harsh voice, daring anyone to object. All the people nodded willfully, understanding completely. 'Also.' Shaoran said. 'Steal as much as you are able to carry, and then head out. Don't wait for the others. If someone wakes up, we don't all need to get killed.' He said with a smirk. The entire group nodded slowly and walked quietly out into the hall. Shaoran and Hiko moved down the south hall, searching in all the rooms for valuable things they might be able to sell on the lack market. Walking down the dark hallway, they tried they're hardest not to let their footsteps to make any sound, so as not to alarm anyone. The floor of the hallway was a blue-green marble with gray speckles dotted into the glassy tiles. The walls were an antique whit in color, and had unlit torches running all along them. Looking in another room, Hiko sighed and closed the door lightly. 'We've just about searched the entire hallway and still no jewels. No nothing.' He sighed again. Shaoran stared down the hallway with a solemn face, not saying anything. 'Well.' He started. 'Lets just keep going to see where this leads to.' He finished. Hiko nodded at the command and started walking again. Moving silently down the dark hallway Shaoran started to feel a strange sensation growing inside of him, like an aura of some sort. Coming to the end of the hall, the to young men stopped in front of a wooden door with detailed markings and borders. They looked at each other, nodding silently, and went inside. Slowly, they moved the door open and a bright blue light spilled out into the hallway. They shielded their eyes with their hands against the light. Once they got used to the brightness, they couldn't believe their eyes. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's notes: Ha ha! Sorry I had to put a cliffhanger in there somewhere. I'm sooo bad. Well did ya like it? I hope so cuz I worked hard on this. I am trying to improve, so, I like comments and criticism, it always helps my purpose. Yay! Well, stay tuned for the next chapter. :D
Authors notes: Hello everyone :D well I am actually writing a fanfic, eh.. Go figure, but yes I am writing one no less. I am not to good at writing, but I'll give anything a shot once. I am not going to give the story away too much, but basically is set in the future, like the year.. 2080 or something like that. Also your going to read about old like buildings too and don't worry, its suppose to be like that. You see there is one building in the city that is at least 100 years old or so and it was kinda redone so it would look nice in the center of the city. The people didn't want to tear it down because of how ancient it was, but the government actually knew why they didn't want to tear it down.. Lets just say there's something very important in there that they don't want to awaken. Hehehe I am so evil *devious smile* XD Disclaimer: I am going to say it once! And only once! *Clears throat* I DO NOT OWN CCS!!! Nor will I ever.. * Sigh * damn things. Growl. Ok on with the fic!!!!!
CHAPTER 1: The Encounter with Thieves
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A small voice echoed through the cold darkness.
"Please."
" Please. Hurry."
There was silence again.
"Please. Find me. I am scared."
Finally the darkness smothered the voice and the deafening silence took over.
A cold breeze swept through a serene town at the edge of Japan called Kaugito and a gray haze hung over the streets like the clouds in the sky. It was a cool night in the middle of summer and people could rest from the blazing heat of the day. Life here was as simple as it could get, not many troubles and no doubts, or that's what the narrow-minded people thought. But to there true misfortune, all was not well in the hours of darkness.
The wind howled and whistled through the darkness. Nobody in their right mind would be outside at this time at night, except.. a few black shadows that swept silently through the streets of the quiet town where the people rested. They flitted up and down lanes and allies making sure no one knew of their presence. There black cloaks covering their bodies and faces from the streetlights that hung overhead. Trailing to the center of the city stood a large building with palace like qualities stood proud and tall with confidence of its security and yet this building had shown signs of wear and tear, obviously this building was very old. These figures finally stopped behind the wall of a house near by, cautiously, so as not to be noticed. A cold gust of wind blew and their black cloaks flowed slowly over their bodies, making them look like moving liquid figures. With a silent nod the figures were off again, headed for the building with high stature and rich looking surroundings. Running swiftly into the night you could only hear the light taps of their boots, which barely touched the ground when they ran. Getting ever so closer they halted and looked up at a large open window that was at the side of the building. A large open window that was two stories up. They looked up with angry expressions on their faces and several of them sighed quietly to themselves. Most of the figures, from what you could see, looked discouraged and hopeless, except for one man. He was of a medium height and his cinnamon brow locks hung over his eyes and whipped at his face in the cool summer night's wind. He smirked under his hood and crouched down low so his hands were placed on the soft grass, his fingers playing with the soft ground covering. He crouched even lower, as if he were a spring, breathing in and out quietly. The other figures surrounding him stared at him with obvious shock in their eyes, but they quickly covered their emotions and returned to looking suspicious and cruel. The cinnamon haired man jumped off the ground with incredible force, making the blades of grass quiver violently beneath him as he landed smoothly on the window's ledge, with his cloak falling to his side and surrounding him with shadows again. For a moment, he was completely visible to the world, with his cloak flying behind him, and his features were recognizable. He had dark eyes. They were so unbelievably dark, that if someone were to say they were black, they would be right. He was of a strong build, with his muscles rippling beneath his clothes, and there was a cruel smile dancing on his lips. Jumping off the ledge and into the room he peered out and signaled to the men that he was going to get a rope to pull them upwards. The figures at the bottom gave him an "ok" signal and with that he walked further into the room. The room was medium size, with paintings of the ocean hanging all over the walls. He looked to his left to find a bed of a large size, with a red and black silk comforter hemmed with gold. Hanging off the gold were black pearls dangling off the hem. There were about 4 or 5 pillows on the bed, from which he could see. He looked to his right to see a fireplace with the last of embers dying down in it. They tossed a glowing red light over the man and made him look even more unreal and evil. Thankfully there was no one in the bed for him to wake up. He smirked to him self and then sighed 'Well, it's lucky for the people who live here that they aren't sleeping here, because if they were.I'd have to slit their throats.'
He chuckled at the thought, even though that's what he did most of the time. Over the course of the years of being in that little gang, he had killed many more people than he had ever intended too. He didn't seem to care anymore. He had grown cold and emotionless, unable to feel love for anyone. As long as he had his sword by his side and was surrounded by his faithful gang, he didn't care what happened to the innocent people they ran into. After all, they were just civilians that got in his way, But before he had become part of this gang, he did have a softer side, though you wouldn't believe it if you saw him. He had friends and a family that cared. Oh sure, maybe they had trained him a little too hard, but he got over it. But one day..
A young boy of the age of 8 was on his way to see the shrine of his ancestors. On his way he took the path of the cherry blossoms. Cherry blossoms were very rare in Hong Kong, but being in the rich family that he was, he could ask for any exotic plant or thing that he liked, so he had picked the beautiful pink flowers. They had always seemed to have a certain effect on him that made him feel warm and safe inside. He felt as though no one could harm him, just as long as he was around the cherry blossoms; or Sakura trees as he liked to call them. Inhaling the cherry scent of the trees he continued his well-know path to his destination. Finally after a long, relaxing walk he came out of the woods, and into the wide-open space of the shrine. He saw his family gathered round at a large stone table, with a shining piece of hunter green silk that sparkled in the light. Wondering what was going on he pushed his way to the table and the cloth. His intense amber eyes shifted over all of the familiar figures of his family and then landed on the silk. Nearly all of the people standing around him were crying and sniffling. Some of the elders were even there, though there were no tears in their eyes, only looks of misery and grief. The little boy looked around the table. He saw his mother, Yelen Li, proud and beautiful, Her face still set and strong, but with a single tear trickling down her cheek. Next he saw his many older sisters, Feime, Shehua, Huanlen, and the oldest, Hudie. They were all hugging each with tears running down their young, beautiful faces. 'Obviously someone had died,' he thought, 'but whom?' He couldn't tell. He knew it was very disrespectful to lift the cover from a dead person, so he contained his urge to take a peek at the corpse. He continued searching through the faces of his family, looking for that one missing person. To his right stood his cousin Meiling and her mother, they both had tears in their eyes, though he could tell Meiling was trying to stay strong and keep a brave face. She had always been like that since the day she was born. He looked about and found that he knew everyone, but it seemed one person was missing, but he could place who it was. Then it hit him. ' Oh no. I-it can't be!' the little boy thought covering his mouth in horror. He ran to the green silk and grabbed it, not caring how disrespectful it was, and forgetting not to let any of his emotions show. Noticing what was going on, Yelen stopped crying in shock and put on a strong, hard face. She ran to her son to try and stop him, but she was too late. The young boy pulled it off and stood back in shock. There lay his close friend and beloved father, dead. 'Wha-what?!' he cried. 'No! He's not dead!' He sobbed, with tears streaming down his face. 'NO!' He screamed, feeling his mothers pale hand on his quivering shoulder. 'NO!' He screamed even louder, tearing away from her and starting to run. She quickly caught him and brought him back up to her. "Yes, he's gone. You can't do anything about it. Get yourself under control.' His mother said in a soft harsh voice, obviously embarrassed that even after all of his years of training he could not handle a death with dignity, even though that's what his father would have wanted. She held onto his shoulders tightly and pulled him into a hug. He cried like he had never cried before in her embrace. 'Sweetie, he's gone. Let it go. Forget.' She said to him. 'NO! I'LL NEVER FORGET IT!' He screamed at her, outraged. He tore himself from her grasp and ran. He ran away from the people crying and staring. Away from his sisters, who were stronger than him, away from his mother's cold words, and away, far away from his father's soulless body. He was running faster. faster until his legs hurt. 'Why don't they understand! I can never forget this! He was my best friend! And so caring to me!' he had always been so close with his dad, more than anyone else in the world. He only had trusted his father with everything, with friends, family, and other things he couldn't comply with anyone else. He only trusted his father and could only talk to his father, but now. it's all gone, it's all gone! The one person in his life who could ever lift any kind of unhappy feelings off of him, was dead and gone. Still running into the forest he tripped over a root of a tree and came tumbling to a stop under a beautiful cherry tree. He lay there for several minutes, not wanting to remember and yet, not wanting to forget. All he could do was cry. He couldn't stand the pain. He wanted to get away from it all. ' No dad. why? WHY??? Why did you have to leave me.' He lay there for countless hours, sobbing and remembering all of the happy times with his father. When he finally sat up, it was dark out and he felt that he could cry no longer. His head was dizzy and he felt light headed for getting out so many emotions at once. He began sit up and slowly wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged them tightly. The shadows of the trees covered him so he was nothing more than a shadow, fading from different shades of grays, into black. Late into the night he fell into a deep dreamless sleep underneath that beautiful Sakura tree. Suddenly, out of nowhere, he heard a voice whisper to him 'so, life is not well? Sometimes, your rage takes over, doesn't it? Sometimes, your hate consumes you, doesn't it? And sometimes you fell the need to kill.. don't you Li -Shaoran?' His heart began to beat faster and faster as the harsh, rough voice continued whisper in his head. His eyes snapped open and startled, he sat up quickly. Looking around him, he saw no one. No sigh of any kind of life or movement. He looked in disbelief 'who.who are you?' he said a little shaky. He couldn't hear the voice anymore. 'was. I dreaming?' he began to think 'am I turning into a schizo?' There was no one talking to him from inside of his head. He was imagining things, right? He heard a cold harsh laugh, which faded into a soft cruel chuckle. 'I am merely your conscience.' It chuckled again, a little less cruelly this time. ' I want to help you.' It said softly. Shaoran's eyes lifted and his body relaxed a little. 'R-really? You'd do that for me?' he asked anxiously 'Of course I would!' The voice laughed in a soft, almost kind voice. Then Shaoran's doubt returned. 'But. how could you help me?' He asked. The voice paused for a moment, but then came back with a smooth, convincing tone to it. 'Don't worry, just leave that up to me.' It said, and then the voice was gone. The little boy sat there, wondering what had just happened and where the helpful voice had gone to for a while. Then, all of a sudden, he felt as if he were being smothered by his anger, his sadness, his hate, his rage, and he felt the darkness closing around him. His heart beat so fast it felt like he would explode with emotion. He cryed out in pain as these new feeling pulsated through him. It felt like adrenaline was pumping through his veins and he could feel it circulating all through him. He sat there with his eyes closed and the darkness flowing through his mind and tainting his soul for countless hours. He didn't know how long he had been there, but when he opened his eyes, they were not the same. They had changed and darkened from the beautiful amber color they once were, to never ending pools of blackness. His tears were completely gone and now all he could feel was anger and misery, but most of all the need to kill. He pushed himself from the floor, noticing that he hardly had to flex a muscle. He grabbed a small twig off of the cherry tree, one, with a tiny blossom on the end and crushed it effortlessly between his fingers. He smiled a cruel smile to himself and looked up at the sky. Then, he heard his conscience again, but this time he was not afraid and he listened eagerly. 'Go, go my child and kill. Kill what you have to, to satisfy your rage.' He nodded silently and started back towards his house with the voice urging him on. Telling him to kill. He finally reached the huge mansion he had lived in for all of his childhood. A large building with Chinese style surrounding and beautiful scenery decorated the perimeter of the house. Standing outside, he slowly looked up into the window and stared at the glassy texture. He smiled ever so evilly and went inside. Everyone was asleep, he could tell by the silence. He walked up the long staircase in small undetectable steps. Finally reaching the top, he walked silently down the long hallway, searching for his mother's room while looking at all the pictures hung on the wall. Most of them were from celebrations or accomplishments, but one caught his eye. A picture of him and his beloved, dead father. His eyes narrowed and glared at the picture. 'No more of this.' He said and tore it off the wall. The glass shattered into millions of pieces and the frame bounced off to the side. Unaware of the loud noise that he had created he resumed his search. Finally, at the end of the hallway he found the room and went in. Slowly peeking in, he carefully opened to door fully. His cold eyes locked onto her sleeping body across the room. He walked closer and closer to her, his eyes staying on her the whole time. Even in her sleep she was beautiful. He could see her long brown hair, her smooth pale skin, and her solemn face. He looked at her silent body for several minutes, watching her quite ritualistic breathing. Finally, he teared his eyes away from her to search the room. He looked over the floor and up the walls. He saw something flash out of the corner of his eye. He turned. There, on the wall, was the sword of the Li-clan. 'It's beautiful, dear. It would, suit your purpose.' A cold voice hissed in his mind. He smirked and quickly snatched it off of the wall. He unsheathed it, admiring its beauty and holding it close to his body while walking back over to his mother's unmoving figure. Slowly, with a cruel smile he raised it over his head. 'Good bye mother.' he whispered, and plunged the sword deep into her heart. Blood splattered everywhere, leaving one drop just below his eye, making it look as though he was crying blood. And in fact, a real tear did drip down his face slowly. 'I loved you, mother.' He said, and with that he leaned over and kissed her cheek slowly, tasting blood on his lips. He licked it away and smiled to himself. Her blood was flowing everywhere. It was all over his clothes, the floor, the bed, and his hands. 'Look mother, you've made a mess...' He said cruelly. He put the sword back into the case, set it next to his mother where it was immediately covered with blood, and walked out of the room. As he walked down the hallway, a sick thought floated into his mind. ' Heh. might as well.' he chuckled. He walked a few steps down the hall to where there was a dagger hanging on the wall. Then, he went to the rest of his relatives. He walked slowly and quietly, doing his job quickly, so as not to wake anyone else with screams, though it may have been more exciting and fulfilling if they had screamed, but deciding it'd be best not to get caught now. The silence in the street was deafening. The young boy came out of the house and walked down his driveway smirking to himself. 'Good, they're gone.now its time to leave.' He chuckled and started to run for the woods. 'What a surprise the town shall have tomorrow, when someone comes to call on my family and finds them all dead, drowned in pools of their own blood.' Looking back, he had no regrets, no sorrows, and no feelings, except the desire to destroy, to murder. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~~*~*~*~*~
Coming back to reality, he scanned the room with his eyes for a rope of some sort but found none. He decided that he would have to use the bed sheets. He grabbed the end of a red sheet and pulled it off with ease and began to tie it to the rest of them. Carefully, he slipped it out the window to pull the men up. At the bottom one man grabbled the sheets and tugged, asking to be pulled up. Slowly, but with great strength he carried the figure up to the window's ledge. The man held onto the ledge and hoisted himself up. Smiling under his hood, he patted the brown-haired man on the back. 'Nice job' He whispered, 'You never seem to fail us ne Li- San?' He asked with a small laugh. Shaoran just smiled back, and resumed lifting the men up. After a couple of minutes, all the men were safely up and ready carry out their plan. 'Listen up.' Shaoran whispered, trying to get their attention. 'I want you two to search the west corridor.' He said, pointing to two people on his left. Then looking to his right, he spoke again 'You two, search the east corridor.' Pointing to the two shadowy figures next to him 'You guys to the north, and me and Hiko will take the south got that??' He asked in a harsh voice, daring anyone to object. All the people nodded willfully, understanding completely. 'Also.' Shaoran said. 'Steal as much as you are able to carry, and then head out. Don't wait for the others. If someone wakes up, we don't all need to get killed.' He said with a smirk. The entire group nodded slowly and walked quietly out into the hall. Shaoran and Hiko moved down the south hall, searching in all the rooms for valuable things they might be able to sell on the lack market. Walking down the dark hallway, they tried they're hardest not to let their footsteps to make any sound, so as not to alarm anyone. The floor of the hallway was a blue-green marble with gray speckles dotted into the glassy tiles. The walls were an antique whit in color, and had unlit torches running all along them. Looking in another room, Hiko sighed and closed the door lightly. 'We've just about searched the entire hallway and still no jewels. No nothing.' He sighed again. Shaoran stared down the hallway with a solemn face, not saying anything. 'Well.' He started. 'Lets just keep going to see where this leads to.' He finished. Hiko nodded at the command and started walking again. Moving silently down the dark hallway Shaoran started to feel a strange sensation growing inside of him, like an aura of some sort. Coming to the end of the hall, the to young men stopped in front of a wooden door with detailed markings and borders. They looked at each other, nodding silently, and went inside. Slowly, they moved the door open and a bright blue light spilled out into the hallway. They shielded their eyes with their hands against the light. Once they got used to the brightness, they couldn't believe their eyes. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Author's notes: Ha ha! Sorry I had to put a cliffhanger in there somewhere. I'm sooo bad. Well did ya like it? I hope so cuz I worked hard on this. I am trying to improve, so, I like comments and criticism, it always helps my purpose. Yay! Well, stay tuned for the next chapter. :D